The March house, strangely, was built in a tree
Amos and Ann were very curious to know why the twins lived in a tree.
“Well, it saves time,” the black-haired twin explained. “There are one or two days in the year when we’re bound to be up here anyhow.”
The children looked puzzled.
“You see,” said the yellow-haired twin, “we never have the slightest idea how March is going to come in. If he comes in like a lion—”
“Then, of course, you want to be out of the way,” interrupted Ann, delighted with herself for knowing.
“Exactly,” said the twin. “And if he comes in like a lamb, then we know how he’s going out, of course. So we simply get up here and stay. Listen to our song.”
Then they sang in duet:
“When March comes in roaring, growling,
Winds swoop over the hilltop howling;
Bushes toss in the lashing gale,
Right and left, like a lion’s tail;
Branches shake in the road and lane,
Tawny and wild, like a lion’s mane.
Fierce and furious, he—